﻿12/6/2012 - bands like Volcano Suns and Dumptruck ruling over all those intolerable five-band-nights at The Channel and whatnot. Members of those two aforementioned bands went on to form Big Dipper, who attempted to ply the country with the chintzy garage-pop that was popular locally, not realizing that Boston’s was the only scene that really took that stuff seriously. Sounding like They Might Be Giants after hanging around with Versus for way too long, Big Dipper made a small splash and then promptly sank like a flatcar hauling a load of jersey barriers. It’s been over 20 years since you’ve heard anything new from these guys, and there’s no change at all with this album, so the question is: Will the world embrace a band doing jangly, meandering ‘80s rock made of melodies that sound like a bunch of blind guys trying to find tiny juicy hooks in a 2,000-square-mile stretch of Saharan desert? Answer: Don’t we already have The Walkmen? B-